ïO LILY OF FRANCE DUO-SETTE l7- J -6. ( i / '" ........::;,,/ ) ( 1 If J ;L I NEW SPRING MODEL The corset here pictured is the newest Lily. of France Duo-Sette. Every feature of the Spring mode- the high and smaller waist line, the controlled diaphragm and the superb sweep of line-is gracefully ensembled in this be'outiful exclusive corset. Featu'red in Corset Departments Everywhere.. LILY OF FRANCE 1115 BROADWAY, N. Y. C. API\IL 23, 1'32. T AßLE.S FOR. TWO Big Names-Fresh Air and Heat-Five O'Clock On T HAT'S the way life is. Anything to make a fool of the old girl, and to trade on her masochistic nature. I sat around and wept great globules of tears about the sad plight of the night-club industry, and then the boys broke out in a rash of famous, ex- pensive, glamorous, and even compe- ten t entertainers. During the past few weeks, alter O'Keefe, Beatrice Lillie, and Kate Smith have been hurtling into the midnight ar- ena in a vital manner that fair makes you dizzy. T HE artificial-moonlight and cosiness-for-the-haut- monde atmosphere of the Sut- ton Club was enlivened by Walter O'Keefe, he of the glib tongue and the deft technique with that song entitled "The Man on the Flying Trapeze." I don't know how the rest of you feel about the airy persi- flage in which Mons. O'Keefe excels, but me, in my simple-minded way, I roll on the floor. Even material which you heard at Barney's or in the "Little Show" seemed burnished and fresh in this new setting. In addition to w. O'K., there was Paul Draper, who danced his head off on top of a table this small (and not only Was it a good stunt, but the dancing was plen ty good enough to speak for itself on a great big floor), and Medrano and Donna danced. It took this stub- born old heart a long time to become Spanish-dancer conscious, but Rosita and Ramon and this pair have, by slow, insidious stages, won me over. All in all, the show, except for a fellow who did a bit of announcing here and a bit of singing there, was worth seeing. B EATRICE LILLIE, just to make where-shall-we-go more tempt- ing, is holding forth, in swish elegance, at El Patio. This belle was all but ruined for me for a period of two or three years, mainly because so many 1 d . " p l " peop e went aroun saYIng u- eese with a coy uplifted finger that even the original made a girl want to go away from there. Then, all of a sud- den, I became a fan all over again. It's pretty late in life to be sitting down and discovering her, and 'tis pompous I feel indeed, but I have to come clean. T HE alarums and excursions with which Kate Smith was ushered into the Casino made me just a bit apprehensive. I remembered well the Charleston she used to do in "Flying High" and was afeard that she might bring the house dQwn in more ways than one. I am not one who likes having wistaria, even by Urban, draped around my neck. Miss Smith, how- ever, brings the house down in a more exciting manner; her verce is one of those rare, rich verces that somehow do not make me feel catarrhal. W ITH considerable en- terprise, the St. Moritz has opened its Sky Salon, miles above the street, and Harold Stern and his orches- tra are holding forth there. As a de- luxe retort to all this forehandedness (we haven't had our blizzard yet, you know), the Waldorf announces with hauteur that the roof there will open June 15, and not a minute sooner, and the public can take it and like it. The Empire Room, in the meantime, will continue its suave way, with a cooling system (just like Macy's) installed for any onrush of hot weather. The St. Regis Roof opening is scheduled for May 4, with that man Vincent Lopez still player-pianoing at the head of his orchestra. And, if you insist on being interested in heat, whatever its mani- festation, and don't care a whoop about cooling breezes, you already know that Cab Calloway's band is back at the Cotton Club, with a vop, dop, deop dope O NE of life's major mysteries to this girl, who tries hard to Think occasionally, and to ponder on deep social manifestations, is the sudden revival of the cocktail party. About five years ago everybody lived in a five-to-seven whirl of these, and then, for no particular reason, they disap- peared. People still had pals in for tea in the afternoons, but it wasn't done in a big, sweeping way at all. Now, all of a sudden, people are breaking out in a Martini-and-highball epidemic. It's probably done so that the theatre managers can have a new woe to weep about. Or, possibly, our New Yorkers are trying to give editorial-writers a chance to prove definitely that this is an uncivilized country. What a life: lots of cocktails for tired people, the necessity of dressing in ten minutes and